Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-05-13

nOanced, who was pursued as babe and
: spit upon as man, who was howled at
, after He was dead. 7 will have you 90
: unto Him with your bruised soul, IN some
humble, child prayer, saying: 81 see
thy wounds-WoGnds of head, wounds of
feet, wounds of heart. Now, look at nv
wounds and see what have suffered, and
through what battles am going and l
entreat Thee, by those wounds of
Thine, sympathize with me-" And He
will sympsthize, and He will help.
GO AND TEL ,KsUs.
Again, I commend the behavior OF the
disciples to all VINO may have been be
reayed. How many in garb of mourningI
II you could stand st this point where I
am standing and look OF upon this
audience, how many signals of sorrow
you would behold. God has His own
way of taking apart a family. We must
get out of the way for coming genera
tons. We must get Off the stage that
others may come on, and for this reason
there is long procession reaching down
all the time into The valley OF shadows.
This emigration from time into eternity
is go vast an enterprise that we cannot
understand it. Every hour we hear the
clang of the sepulchral gate. The sod
| uluSb w UIOhSu' A-i0 SEOuuu MUSL US
ploWed for resurrection harvest.
Eternity must be peopled. The
dust must press our eyelids.
SIT is appointed unto all men once to
die" This emigration from time into
eternity keeps three fourths of the famil-
les of the earth in desolation. The air
is rent with fareWells, and the black-tas-
selled vehicles Of death rumble through
every street.
The body OF the child that was folded
SO closely to the mothers heart is put
away in the cold and in the darkness. The
Laughter freezes to the girls lip, and the
rose scatters. The boy in the harvest
field of Shunam says: "My headr my
head" and they carry him home to die
on the lap of his mother. WIdowhood
stands with tragedies of woe struck into
the pallor of the cheek. Orphanage cries
IL vain for father and mother. On. the
grave is cruel! With teeth of stone, it
clutches for it's prey. Between the clos
ing gates of the sepulchre, our hearts are
mangled and crushed. Is there
any earthly solace? None.
We come to the Obsequies,
we sit with the grief-strlcken, we talk
patheticrlly to their soul; but soon the
Obsequies have passed, the carriages have
a few days are gone, and the heart sits in
desolation listening for the little feet that
will never again patter through the hall,
or looking for the entrance Of those who
will never come again-sighing into the
darkness-ever and anon coming across
some book or garment, or little shoe or
picture, that arouses former association,
almost killing the heart.
Long days and nights of suffering that
wear out the spirit, and expunge the
bright lines of life, and give haggardness
to the face, and draw the flesh sight
down over the cheek bone, and draw
dark lines under the sunken eye, and the
hand is tremulous, and the voice is
husky and uncertain, and the grief is
wearing, grinding, accommodating, eX-
hausting.
Now, what are such to do? Are they
merely to look up into a brezen and IN
plying heaven? Are they to walk a
blasted heath unfed of stream, unshel-
tered by oVerarching tree? Has God
turned US out on the barren common to-
die? Oh, no! not no! He has not. He
comes with sympathy and kindness and
love. He understands all our grief. He
sees the height, and the depth, and the
length, and the breadth of it. He is the
only one that can fully sympathize. Go
and tell Jesus. Sometimes when we
have trouble we 60 to our friends and we
explain it, and they try to sympathize;
but they do not understand it. They
cannot understand it. But Christ sees
all over it, and all through it. he not
only counts the tears and records. the
groans, but before the tears started,
before the grOans began, Christ saw
THE INMOST HIDING. PLACE
of your sorrow; and He takes it, ana he
weighs it, and He measures it, and He
pities it with an au-absorbing pity. Bone
of our bone. Flesh of our flesh. Heart
of our heart. Sorrow of our sorrow.
AS long as he remembers Lazarus's
grave He will stand by you in the GENE
terry. AS long as He remembers His OWE
heart break, He will stand by you in the
liberation of your affections. When He
forgets the foOt-sore way, the sleepless
nights, the weary body, the exhausted
mind, the awful cross, the solemn grave,
then He will forget you, but not until
| then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent
for our friends; but they were far away,
they could not get to US. we wrote TO
them: "Come right away" or tele-
| graphed: "Take the next train.n They
came at last, yet were great while in
coming, or perhaps were too late. But
Christ is always near-before you, behind
you, within you. No mother ever threw
her arms around her child with such
warmth and ecstacy of affection as, Christ
has shown 3owardsyo Close at hand
nearer than the staff upon whiah you
lean, nearer than the cup, you
put to your lip, nearer
than the handkerchief with. which
you wipe away your tears-I preach him
an ever-pTesent, all sympathiZing, COM
passionate Jesus. How can YOU stay
away orc moment from Him. with your
griefs? Go now. Go and tell Jesus.
1t is eiten that our friends have no
power 30 relieve 1s. They. would very
much ike TO do it; but they cannot dis
entangle our finances, they. cannot cure.
our sickness and raise OUT dead; but
glory be to God that He to whom the dis
ciples- went has all power in Heaven ana
on Garth, and as our call BE will
BALK OUR CALAAzIUEs,
and, st just tbs right time, in the pres
eEce of an spplauding earth and a re-
sounding HeaEen will raise our dead.
lie will do it. Es- Is mig4tier
than HeroCA He sWifter than
che storm. He Is grander than
the sea. BE is vasteE than eternity And
every sword of Gods omAipotenoa will
leap from Its scabbeFd, and all tAe re
sources OF infnity &c exhausted rather
than that Gods child shall not be delig-
/ cred when he cries to Him for rescue.
Suppose your child was in troable, how
much would you endure to get him out?.
You woald go through any hardship. You
would say: az don't care waat it will